Wonder sliding down my brain and into curiosity where
intellect catches and picks it up.
Always giving satisfaction and quenching thirst for
this beautiful image and a knowing of life deep inside.
Always searching, discovering, exploring every avenue,
as it uncovers itself in details most people will never
see until reading poetry filling these pages.
Sights and sounds of rhythmic silence in pictures of
words as they are being written here.
Pressure of nothing, coming between words being spoken
here on paper, delivering spontaneous impressions that
continue to build themselves interiorly.
Such a plethora of ideas being fulfilled and blended
with insight, intellect and imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem